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Paper Or Plastic: Either Heart Will Still Throb

"Love me," he said.

"NO."

-She laughed-

"Trust me," he said.

"No!"

-She cried-

"See me," he said.

What?... Why?... What's the point? ... Why are you here?

*so many real questions with plastic answers.

"Okay," she said.

-She caves-

*as quickly as the candles were lit, they blew out.

"I'm sorry," he said.

What happened to it?

What happened to what?

What happened to...

"I will always protect you."

"You don't understand how much this means to me."

?

It does, eh?

*Where's the flowers at?

"That's what I thought."

END.

(Damn Cave)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Mehta Avatar
July 15, 2011 at 6:32 PM
Creative and lovely write, Katherine
Brown Avatar
July 15, 2011 at 4:16 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Katherine. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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